Fu Yisheng, whom Song Xiuluan calls a refined person, is just a simple dad when it comes to Pengpeng.
After feeding, burping, the little guy started pooping with a spluttering sound.
Blinking his innocent big eyes, super cute.
"Honey, you change him!" Lu Qingqing wrinkled her nose, holding Pengpeng with both hands and passing him to Fu Yisheng, "First put the pad on the bed, then get a basin of warm water and grab a diaper."
Fu Yisheng resignedly tended to his son, having to inspect the color, smell, and shape of the poop, "A little ancestor indeed."
Lu Qingqing stuck out her tongue, "You can leave it to the nursery teacher."
Because they do everything themselves, their nursery teacher and maids have it really easy, often joking that they're getting paid for doing nothing.
Fu Yisheng wouldn't have it.
The child is theirs, as parents they naturally should take care of him themselves.
The bond between parents and children is cultivated this way.
